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Thursday, February 14, 2013

White Trash In the Snow Chapter 94, 95, 96

WHITE TRASH IN THE SNOW

by Allison

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Cristol and Wrangler sat on the hospital bed in the room
Dr. Barten-Curtain had arranged. Between them, pulled up near the bed, a
plastic bassinet on wheels held a sleeping Calc, wrapped expertly in a hospital
issue receiving blanket, oblivious to everything. Once in a while, Wrangler
would stroke his cheek. Cristol couldn’t stop looking at him, and once in a
while tears slid down her face and dropped from her chin. She didn’t even
bother to use the tissues in the tiny box on the bedside stand. They didn’t
talk. Everything had been said. How they loved him and loved each other. How
they weren’t equipped to handle a special needs baby. How they would get
married and have more children – healthy children. How hard it was to keep
secrets and that the next time they had a baby coming they were going to shout
it from the rooftops. And that they hoped their next baby would be a boy; a
brother to play with Calc.

Even before Wrangler and Cristol started dating, he’d heard
the Saplin kids say Mrs. S. was “the worst mother in the world.”First, he’d heard it from Field, then Cristol
and Maple. Now, that same worst mother was going to be the mother of his son. But,
under the circumstances, Wrangler was okay with that.

Cristol was not okay. Everything about the adoption upset
Cristol - it was last summer all over again.She was touchy, near tears, and sick. After a fitful sleep she would
wake up queasy and emotional. Yesterday, Wrangler joked that he could sell his
alarm clock on eBay because, the sounds of hurling emanating from the bathroom
woke him up every morning.

“I know, I know,” he said. Then he hugged her,
“Someday, when we have our next one,I’ll be able to say that again.”

That was all it took for Cristol to burst into
tears.Remembering that now, Wrangler
had a crazy thought. Could she be
pregnant? He quickly ruled it out. A
girl can’t get pregnant after having a baby until the baby is, like, at least
six months old. Cristol had explained it all to him, how the female body
has to go through “some stuff” to get back to where it can make another baby.

About a month ago Cristol did the calculations,
and said they could start trying to make a baby in the fall. “It just takes
time. I can tell what my body needs. I know what I know.”

Wrangler hated when Cristol used that double
talk.She’s turning into her mother. Wrangler thought.“Whatever,” he said. And he went along with the plan. It made them
both happy to think about “someday” and escape the reality of “today.”

The plan called for them to be parents next year, soon
after their May high school graduation. Parenthood would be followed by a mid-summer
wedding; a ceremony during which Porsche would stand up with them holding two
month old Clipp or Colt or some other gun-related name.Wrangler wanted a gun name. Cristol wanted a
C name. And whatever the sex or the name, she wanted another baby so badly it
made Wrangler want one, too.

Neither had any doubts about being full-time parents. Other
guys Wrangler’s age were dads, and girls younger than Cristol were moms.Teenage moms formed a powerful clique in
Azzolla High and Wrangler had many times witnessed how girls that were
previously shunned were welcomed into a clique once they flaunted a positive
EPT stick. He’d seen envy in Cristol’s eyes whenever they ran into a classmate
with a baby bump.He hated seeing her
want something so badly and not being able to give it to her.That was going to change, he was going to
make every effort to give her the healthy baby she wanted and needed.

Almost as important as having another baby was announcing
and celebrating the next pregnancy. Yes, the next time Cristol and Wrangler got pregnant, everyone would know.

There was a soft knock, the door opened, Dr. Barten-Curtain
held it while and Rachael and Tad slipped quickly into the room, and then she was
gone again.

“Hi kids, “ Rachael whispered. “How’s my baby doing?” she
went over and peered into the bassinette.

Cristol lurched off the bed, pushed past her parents, and
ran into the bathroom.When the sound of
vomiting began, the adults looked at Wrangler questioning.

He shrugged and stood up. “I’m hungry. Think I'm going to go to Taco
Bell. Do you me to bring you something Mrs. S?”

“Sure, thanks, Wrangler,” she said. “The usual.”

Wrangler left, Rachael pulled out her Blackberry and
started reading email. Tad stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes.

CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

It was two o’clock on Saturday afternoon. Everything had
gone according to plan, including Tad’s giving a scoop to a friend at the city
paper. Dr. Barten-Curtain had stopped the reporter and photographer when they
stopped at the nurses’ station. No press allowed on the maternity ward. There
were other moms and dads and those other families were entitled to privacy.

On ”doctor’s orders,” Rachael was wearing a hospital gown,
and her own bathrobe.On the chance that
a disoriented new father walked into the wrong room, she should look like she
had delivered a baby. Dr. Barten-Curtain was disappointed with Rachael’s lack
of cooperation. Though she wore a gown, she had carefully applied makeup and
acted like the Energizer Bunny (evidence of too many Red Bulls). The whispered
lie of a bleached out hospital gown was being drowned out by the screaming
testimonial of the Governor’s manic behavior. This was no post-partum
forty-something woman.

So, Rachael dispatched Betty and Buck with the “newborn” to
have his inaugural picture taken in a hospital corridor near a lounge. “Let
them take a couple pictures. And don’t answer questions. Just tell ‘em my
office will be sending a press release.”

Betty was already holding the baby, and Buck held the door
for her. “Dad, no tall tales,” she reminded, and then pointed to Betty, “Keep
him in line, Mom.”

The Heats turned the corner at the end of the ward and saw
the reporters outside the family lounge.Betty had just said hello when, turning, she saw Lydia Krebbs coming
down the corridor from the direction of the maternity ward. “Buck? Betty?”She was closing in on them, smiling like a
beauty pageant winner. “Oh my god, is that …did Rachael?”Betty nodded and looked up at Buck. She was following orders, not talking.

Buck couldn’t contain himself. “Well, he should be. His mom’s the hottest
governor in the country!”Buck was
paraphrasing his favorite bumper sticker slogan - “It’s Cool to have a Hot Governor.”In fact, he’d had it made into a tee-shirt
and he wore it often, which worried some people, though none had the courage to
speak up.

“But, I thought she
still had a month to go. ” A sense of déjà vu gave Lydia a moment’s pause.

The reporters, were
paying attention, and heard Buck explain.“Took us all by surprise, he did. Rachael was in Texas, trying to get a
good night’s sleep because she was giving this big, important speech to all
them other governors who don’t know squat about oil and gas and such as that,
and anyway, her water broke and ya’ll know what that means...” Lydia, glanced
at Betty to share a knowing look with the only other female in proximity, but
Betty was not looking knowing or amused.Instead, she was looking at Buck with what Lydia would later label
“controlled horror” – a hardened smile and eyes held wide open. It was Lydia’s
second clue that something wasn’t right.

Buck now had Lydia’s full attention, and that of the
reporters, too. She thoughtcouldn’t
have looked prouder if he’d done the pushing himself. “So, of course, she calls
the doctor –“

“Which doctor?” A reporter interrupted. “In Texas,
or here?”

“Oh,” chuckled Buck, “her own doctor. We have the best
doctors in the whole country right here!You should write that down,” he instructed, pointing a finger at a
reporter.He puffed up his chest and
looked around for agreement.Seeing an
attentive group, he cleared his throat and started making stuff up.

“Well, now, where was I?Oh, yes, the doctor – well, the doctor, she said, ‘hey, you’ve had four
kids, you know better than me!”Buck
laughed again. “Yup, she said ‘Rachael, you know your own body. If you think
you can do the speech, go ahead.Then
get back here and we’ll take care of that little fishpicker.’And that’s what she did.”Next to him, Betty pretended to be fully
absorbed with her newest grandson who was asleep in her arms.

“Her water broke and she still gave the speech? How many
hours before?What time was the speech?”

“You’ll have to get those details from her, fellas.But I can tell you this – it was a big
speech. And she toughed it out.Right
through the contractions.That Rachael –
she’s a fighter.”He looked at the same
young reporter as before and said, “You ought to right that down, too. I’ll
tell Rachael to give you some reportin’ tips.She’s a trained journalist, you know.”

“Now, where was I?”He scratched his nearly bald head. “Okay, yes, I know. After the
applause died down, and there was plenty – standin’ ovation don’t ya know. And
then she and Tad, they come right here as fast as they could. Six a-m this
morning I seen this little fella pop out.”He grinned his old man grin and looked all around, making sure everyone
was impressed.

The reporter had taken his pad out and made a few notes,
while Lydia stepped in and took a closer look. “He’s a pretty good size for a
preemie, isn’t he?”

Betty replied, “He’s only six pounds three
ounces.”

“Oh, that’s what my Kenny weighed - full term.”She thought he looked at least seven pounds.
Carefully picking her words, she said, “Guess he’s lucky to be over six pounds
when he came a month early.”

It reminded Lydia of Field’s birth announcement. Rachael would
never tell the truth, but that eight pound squaller was not four weeks early. Of course, with Field Rachael had reason to
lie; but why now? Rachael hadn’t lied about her baby girls. Lydia used to think
Tad was one of those guys with a shortage of X chromosomes, but this baby was …

It couldn’t be possible that…no rational woman would… at
least not a sitting governor… but this was a large baby for “premature” …

And it was a fact that Rachael hadn't looked pregnant
until, maybe, three weeks ago. Where did this full-term (no matter what Rachael
claimed) baby come from?

Would Rachael dare take such a risk? Lydia mulled over what
she’d seen and heard.Applying past
experiences she’d had with the governor, she decided something smelled as fishy
as Bristol Bay, Alaska.

CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

Myleen Decker had heartburn. She’d eaten an entire 12 inch
pepperoni and sausage pizza for lunch, and finished off a day old donut on the
way to work. She belched loudly, hung
her purse in her locker, and began rummaging through it. Locating the blue
bottle, she removed the cap and took a swig. The others in the room ignored her;
Myleen doing Malox shots, it happened every day.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked in
the mirror. She looked like Humpty Dumpty in a Mika Brozinski wig. These pantshave shrunk, she thought, unhappy with the bulges
and wedges that accentuated various unsightly things. Oh well. She primped her
naturally blonde hair and headed to the nurses’ station for a shift report.

There was good news. “VIP non-admit in 2012.Mother, father and baby, a preemie, age
unknown, appears to be around seven pounds. Dr. Barten-Curtain attending.” These
occasional favors done for big donors and friends of board members were the
source of juicy tidbits for “prayer requests” and provided some relief from
boredom. (Valley Hospital was so small that a day could feel as long as an
Arctic winter.)

“I’ll take in the meal tray tonight,” Myleen promised herself,
“then I’ll see the celebrities”. Anything resembling actual patient care would
be assigned to “the girls.” Myleen knew some of her colleagues took offense
when she used that term, but that was their problem, not hers.

A product of the AHS class of ’66, Myleen Decker was raised
in a town that had three “colored” families and no homosexuals. Her church told
her the former were cursed and the latter were going to hell. If the bigotry of
old time religion was good enough for her Uncle Myles whom she revered and after
whom she’d been named, it was good enough for her. Her sense of religious
superiority far surpassed her intellectual capacity, resulting in obnoxious
confidence in her shallow beliefs.

Promotions at the hospital were tacitly based on seniority on
the job and length of membership in the church that funded it. At sixty, Myleen
Decker was next in line for promotion. Dr. Barten-Curtain observed that “her
sense of entitlement is as big as her ass.”

Dr Barten-Curtain was quite sure the nurse had a
personality disorder. A few years ago, she sought an off the record opinion of
one of the psychiatrists on staff. She said, “Actually, I see quite a bit of that around
here, though this appearsto be a severe
case.”

The specialist used all her training to look serious, “Most
likely it’s a bad case of Bullous Shitosis.”Abigail broke out in a laugh and her friend smiled, “It’s funny,but I’ll tell you something that’s real.
Frequent exposure to BS is dangerous to your mental and emotional health.”

Myleen’s favorite a job perk was her access to personal
information. Yesterday, she’d heard through the grapevine that a girl who
looked like a member of the First Family had delivered a pre-term baby in the
city in January, and the infant had just been released to go home. But when she
took the meal cart to room 2012, all that had slipped her mind. In fairness, it
might have been because she was distracted by indigestion.

She recognized the man who answered when she knocked on the
door; she knew those ice blue eyes, the cleft chin, and the high voice that
said “what do you want?” Trying to block the view into the room with his body, Tad
Saplin was giving off menacing vibes.

Pushing forward through the gap between the First Dude and
the door jamb, Myleen Decker saw the infant asleep in a hospital bassinet.
Evidence of his conditions were right before her eyes, yet she didn’t know what
she was seeing. His chubby little face, the flat bridge and the cute little
upturn of the button nose were, to her, nothing more than… cute.His malformed ears, though, were covered by a
hospital cap.

Tad Saplin stepped in front of her. “I’ll take
that. You should leave.”

“Burrrppp,” she belched. Embarrassed, she hurriedly left. “Sorry
to disturb you,” she said as she closed the door.

Later that evening, one of “the girls” took a supply of
diapers to room 2012 and came back excited. “Myleen, did you see theGovern – err, I mean, the baby in 2012?”

“Yes!” Myleen said; translation:
I-saw-him-first!

“Did you notice the nose?”

“Yes! Little button nose. So cute!”

“And the ears?”

“Yes! So cute! Oh, wait. No, he was wearing a cap.
“

“Well, there was no cap on him just now.”

“So what, he has two of them, doesn’t he?”Nurse Decker hated missing out, even on
something as small as infant’s ears.

“I only saw the right one, but it was deformed. The top
edge is crimped like pie crust”

“Oh, my. Well, that’s probably why he had the hat on,” she said.
“They’ll get used to it, he can’t wear a cap forever. Anyway, he’s real cute.
Ears aren’t so important.”

“No, no, no. It’s an indication the baby may have Fetal
Alcohol Syndrome. Lord knows we’ve seen enough of that in the Valley. This baby
has the ears, nose and bridge that suggest mom was drinking during early stages
of pregnancy.”

Myleen’s eyes grew wide. “Do you think they know?”

“They covered the ears didn’t they?”

“But not when you went in.”

“They weren’t expecting me. When I went in, Governor – the,
uh, the guest, was reading some magazine, and the… um… the other guest, he was
asleep in the chair. When I looked over at the bassinet she jumped out of bed!
That story about her having that baby this morning? No way.

Myleen’s head was spinning. So, she delivered him some
other time and some other place?”That
was interesting. “And Gov…she was drinking and maybe -”

“Whoa, no, no no – I never said that.” The ignorance of her
supervisor was appalling. “Don’t you remember we all talked about her being too
thin to be seven months?” Myleen nodded.
“And some people – not me – but some said they thought she might be covering
for … um, a younger person?”Myleen was
still nodding. She seemed to be expecting more.

Exasperated, the other nurse spelled it out as clearly as
she dared. “ So, if that’s true, the girl – the young girl that this grown
woman loves and wants to cover for – was probably drinking last summer and ….”

The next day, Barb Judd heard on the radio that the
governor had her baby at Valley Hospital in the early morning hours.“It’s all over the news!” she yelled into the
phone. “Myleen, why didn’t you tell me?”

Because I am afraid, she refrained from saying.

“It’s confidential Barb, you know, HIPPA and all."

Barb didn’t believe her friend had a sudden respect for
confidentiality or the law.She was sure
Myleen’s new found professionalism was, in fact, fear of being put on the
S-list.She could understand that, but
she still wanted an inside report.

“C’mon, were the Saplins there? Did you see the
baby?”

“All I can say is, there were VIPs this weekend
and one was between six and seven pounds.”

“Awesome. I hope she brings him to church soon. I
want to see him.”

“Ha, don’t hold your breath. Seems they don’t need to hear
the gospel any more. Apparently being Governor means you only have to attend on
Christmas.”Myleen took personal
offense at the Saplin’s poor church attendance. She and Barb were volunteer
members of the Pastor Parrish Relations Committee, and felt it their duty to
try to get members to show up. They guilted a few wayward souls into compliance
but the Saplin family was immune to guilt trips.

Barb reacted,“You’re right. They’re all hypocrites. Field
and Cristol - their partying and vandalism. And this baby is obviously
Cristol’s. Do they think we’re all suckers? Oh, and that Maple has become a
fireweed, too.”

Barb’s anger had turned
toward the First Family and her friend was happy to let her keep on slandering. “Makes me ill, it does; Rachael calling herself a
Christian.It’s the quiet people, like
you and me that are the real Christians. ”

Myleen wanted to join in and was having difficulty holding
back. Her pale face had turned red, her bulbous nose looked like that of a
famous reindeer. Barb already said it – that this baby was Cristol’s – so if
she shared her own ideas, …

Face to face, Barb would have seen the signs and warned her
friend that she was at risk of a stroke. Keeping a secret was almost impossible for Myleen. Yet if she got caught talking about Governor Saplin and this baby...Damn, Myleen thought. I hope someone puts this story out so
that I can talk about it.Otherwise, I
might really have a stroke.

I'm a little sad you didn't at some point write about Wrangler's penchant for making his peers lick each other's buttcracks and how a good little church girl who grew up working in the churchc nursery inevitably falls for the own bad boy who cheats often and cares about no one but himself

In reality, these boys would be pissed about a pregnancy, like Wrangler was. He spent the time around his 18th bday hunting and Cristol spent a ton of time with her family that summer. Yeah, real happy together, REAL stable. Which is why fighting was constant from day 1.

Isn't the better story here the ACTUAL story, where a woman brings a DS baby into her family and a daughter has a baby out of jealousy of said mother's newest child? that's interesting because it's not exactly news to many young people. My own mother had my youngest sibling when I was 16 and I was PISSED. The real story is something most people can relate to. Look at Sadie's friend, Kaila, (a name from myspace stalking days and one of B's former friends too) She has like 2 toddler siblings whom she mothers with her boyfriend. Nesia also has a toddler brother.

I don't know how I'd react if my mother hid a baby from me and my siblings, esp if we'd been asking her if she was pregnant right before she publicly announced it. Im pretty nurturing like Bristol is so I' probably wouldve reacted in the same way.

I mean, at that time, she had been broken up with Levi. They broke up in Feb at some point and she went out with her cousin's friend at school. Though he hated school, he loved hockey until his nasty injury.